Mated To Alpha Kessler

I can’t contain the surge of emotions swirling within me. It had better not be true, Annie planning this right under my nose, and me not realizing that I was in bed with a scheming lady.

How did she know Lyra was my mate? Was it obvious? I tried to be discreet enough with the way I showed my emotions whenever Lyra was around.

Many times, I wish to show her to the world that she is mine, but whenever I think about what’s at stake, I refrain.

Zach will never betray me and let Annie know that Lyra was my mate; he despised her and always rooted for Lyra.

Could it be Julie? I trust Julie to keep Lyra’s identity a secret; she wouldn’t dare to betray the trust I have in her.

Where did I get it all wrong? I thought I had everything under control, but unknown to me, I’ve made Lyra a prey without even realizing it.

This is the height of it all. I was angry at myself, furious at the Moon Goddess for watching me and letting me make this mistake.

I can’t wait to right my wrongs, to turn back the hands of time where I’ll make things right.

Zach noticed my turmoil and moved closer to check what had me reeling. Once he saw it, he muttered a curse.

“Fucking hell, this can’t be true,” I said, looking to Nolan for confirmation.

Nolan replied with all the confidence he could muster, saying, “I’m afraid it is what it is. I don’t know Annie from nowhere for me to want to lie against her.”

Every one of these pictures serves as a backup to my claim, so there will be no doubt. They were specially obtained from security footage, and nothing was forged.

“Damn it, I should have done better to protect my mate,” I lamented. “I should have fought for our bond. I should have stood up to my mother and said to her face that I wasn’t going to accept Annie as my mate.”

She never found her mate, so she wouldn’t know how it feels to reject one’s mate. I’m sure she made Cara’s mom’s life a living hell, which is one of the reasons she stopped coming to the pack. Who knows what else she’s capable of?

I went to the punching bag hanging in my office and unleashed every pent-up fury I had been feeling inside.

Nolan and Zach watched me in silence, their expressions showing their concern for my mental health.

“Punch, why did you do this?” I muttered angrily as I struck the punching bag.

“Punch, why did you go this far?” I continued, my frustration evident in each blow.

“Punch, what did she ever deserve for you to deliberately deliver Lyra to Tristan?” I questioned bitterly.

“Punch, she did nothing to you,” I acknowledged with a sense of remorse.

“Punch, what was her offense?” I asked, my voice filled with sorrow and regret.

“Punch, her only offense is because she is my mate,” I concluded, feeling the weight of my mistakes and the consequences they had brought upon Lyra.

“Punch,” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look back; I knew who it was. I couldn’t recall ever crying, but at that moment, I felt myself breaking and losing control.

“My Lyra has been through hell and back. I am a fool,” I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.

Turning around, I dismissed Nolan and thanked him for his service. I didn’t want him to see me in this vulnerable state. After all, I was the most feared King in the whole of my region, and showing weakness was not an option.

I couldn’t shake off the feeling of failure that weighed heavily on my shoulders. I had failed my mate and my pack at large by giving them a Luna that wasn’t fit to be called one.

Luna should complete you, but right now, Annie has left me feeling void and without direction.

As much as I wanted to lash out at her, I knew I needed to calm my nerves. Lashing out at a pregnant woman would be unforgivable and could spiral out of control. I needed to find a way to channel my anger and disappointment constructively.

Annie’s actions were beyond treacherous; she had reached out to Tristan, informing him that Lyra was in my pack. Her twisted plan was to ensure Lyra was out of the picture, thereby expecting me to forget about Lyra and be completely devoted to her.

The can of worms exposed today left me feeling weak, both physically and emotionally. I struggled to find my footing and ended up sitting down, resting my head heavily on the mahogany desk. The weight of the betrayal and deceit was almost suffocating.

As I later looked up to Zach, I asked him what punishment would be fitting for Annie, considering her reprehensible actions and questionable character.

“You are the king, and your word is final,” Zach reminded me, his expression grave and serious.

I shook my head, feeling conflicted. Acting on what I had in mind for Annie would be a grave decision, one that I might regret for the rest of my life. The weight of responsibility as a leader and the burden of making just yet harsh decisions weighed heavily on me.

I should have claimed her and introduced her to the council immediately when I found her, but her uncle’s schemes stopped me, despite the mate bond drawing her to me.

Many times, I lose control and almost have her.

Many times, I kiss her to assert dominance.

Many times, I make her beg so I can fulfill her lustful desires.

I can’t forget how she fits just right in my hands when I mated her during her heat, and knowing that the result is growing right in her stomach fills me with joy.

“Kessler, say something. You can’t bottle it up like nothing happened.” Zach begged me.

“Zach, thank you, but one thing I know is that I’ll surely right my wrongs.”

A soft knock was heard on my door, and I could perceive her scent. It formed a lump in my throat, but right now, it didn’t feel right for her to be around me.

Then she walked in, and I could smell her arousal permeating the air. She was reeking of a familiar scent. I racked my brain to the place where I had perceived that scent before, and then it clicked.

How dare she reek of another man’s scent and still find her way to my office without cleaning up?

It was obvious she had just had a nice fuck with the farmer, confirming Nolan’s findings.

Anger seeped through me as I took determined steps toward her. She was frightened at this point, but I didn’t give a damn.